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So far I’ve looked back at teenage crushes and books. So this week I really couldn’t go past a movie that was a major obsession for a pretty long while. It had the swoon-worthy hero, the ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan heroine, music, dancing…
Ah, yes. Dirty Dancing.
I think it’s pretty safe to say there would be more than a few of you reading this who just smiled.
I was lucky to have seen it at the movies twice, and it still wasn’t enough. I was captivated by the dancing, the songs, the characters. But most of all, what spoke to me was the story of Baby. The ugly duckling, the good girl. Her coming of age, to use a cliche (nothing wrong with cliche’s). I think for any teenage girl passing through that awkward transition from girl to woman, we could all see a little of Baby in ourselves. The desire to be Daddy’s little girl while tasting what else the world has to offer. Meeting your first love. Stepping out of the safe family haven to meet different kinds of people. Finding out that maybe the beliefs and values your parents have instilled in you might not actually be right for you.
Then there was Mr Patrick Swayze. Who didn’t fall for him? He was sweet, funny, handsome, and ever so nice. He was the good guy we all love to see.
The movie also had some really funny moments scattered among the deeper themes, but the magic was in the songs and dancing. I wonder how many girls (and boys) signed up for dance lessons after watching this? And how many other teens (like me and my neighbour) tried doing “the lift” in the lounge room? Or at the beach (like me and another friend)? And why was I always the one doing the actual lifting?
There are so many favourite moments it’s impossible to name them all, but of course the “Nobody puts Baby in a corner” moment is gold, likewise the moment they finally do the lift, and the one that still gets me today:
Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.
That does it. I’m watching at again tonight.
What was your favourite Dirty Dancing moment?